Communing with other people in their Cars
The motor vehicle is one of the great inventions of mankind. It frees us from tyranny (catching Public transport) and offers teenagers somewhere out of the wind to smoke pot and have sex, all the while expressing their individuality by dressing exactly the same as all the other teenagers.
I am a total car nut, I will confess. Fatherhood has rather castrated this hobby, since a car with a big fat engine and buckets seats that cause back pain are no longer of much utility. These days a boot with a removable rubber floor mat is the best I can hope for, but I still cling to the notion that my midlife crisis will facilitate a reckless purchase of Stuttgart’s finest. All content in the knowledge that nobody in my family has gone bald. And therefore I won’t look like those elderly slaphead’s driving sportscars that make us all feel good about ourselves (because we aren’t an elderly slaphead driving a sportscar)
Spending so much time in the car, gives one a chance to observe the different strata of society that exists on the road. Mirroring society as it does, there are the obvious underclass, the obvious top 1% and those of us in the middle bit, trying our best to run nice cars on budgets that should really only be able to pay for ‘P’ reg Hyundai Sonatas
However, all of us out there fighting for our bit of tarmac seem to believe that being inside the car generates a force field, a cloak of invisibility. The other day I watched a middle aged chap in a shirt and tie in a nice Mercedes luxuriate in retrieving a humungous bogey from his nose. He then spend a few seconds dwelling on it, before guiltily enjoying a post-Ginsters snack. All well and good, whatever flicks your switch I say. But stationary at a busy intersection, it was blatant. And I made the mistake of staring too long, and caught his eye. I’m not certain who was more embarrassed
In fact catching someone’s eye from the car is a weird one. We British do the ‘if I don’t look at you, you don’t exist’ thing, but I like to go the other way. I smile, wave, blow kisses, stick my tongue out and generally interact with my follow road users. It helps if they are hot girls in sports cars, but even blowing raspberries at van drivers keeps me amused, although them catching me up at the next lights does offer a frisson of fear. Pulling faces at small children, safe in the knowledge they will spend the rest of the day at Great Aunt Maude’s house copying you gives me great pleasure. Winking saucily at WPC’s in their Panda cars is high risk but also fun.
So today’s offering is, get out there. Enjoy the road. Offer your fellow road users a cheery wave and a cheeky smile. By all means pick your nose or squeeze spots, just don’t do it at the lights. And if you are bald and buy a sports car, please, for your own good, buy a hat.